Текст песни Голубые молнии - 20 лет
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Кто не верит, пусть не верит,
Кто там был, тот все поймет,
Человека в плащ-палатке
Подавали в вертолет…
20 лет - как это мало,
В плащ-палатке паренек,
А, точнее, что осталось, -
Это все положат в гроб.
И под цинк все закатают,
Капли крови с рук сотрут,
На другом конце не знают,
Там его живым все ждут,
Адресаты заполняя,
В борт все грузят, и в Союз,
Их "Тюльпаны" называют,
Черный цвет, "двухсотый груз"
Кто на солнечной долине
В том бою за перевал,
Кто на собственной машине
Своим телом бронь стесал,
Вроде, горы безобидны,
Все молчит, и в тишине
Вдруг тупой удар застынет
С М-16 на спине.
На руках здесь умирают,
На руках друзей несут.
Землю матом покрывая,
Может быть, его спасут…
О годах 80-х в этой песне я пою,
Здесь я понял их как надо,
Тех, кто всю прошел войну.
И как страшно сейчас все понять
В наше время здесь, в горах,
Сколько жизнь сейчас может стоить,
Запеклась кровь на камнях…
И на сером монументе
Снова свежие цветы,
Всем, кто в дальнем контингенте
Двадцать лет зарыл в пески.
Где-то солнце, смех и дети,
Мяч летит под небеса,
И казалось, на планете
Жизнь прекрасна и чиста.
Ну а где-то бой последний
Кто-то примет для себя,
Там, где солнце жарко светит,
Где еще идет война.
Кто не верит, пусть не верит,
Кто там был, тот знает все…
Whoever does not believe, let him not believe
Who was there, he will understand everything
The man in the cloak
They served in the helicopter ...
20 years - how little it is,
In the trench boy,
And, more precisely, what is left -
This is all put in a coffin.
And all rolled up under the zinc,
Drops of blood from the hands will erase,
At the other end do not know
There everyone is waiting for him alive
Addressees filling
In the board all ship, and in the Union,
Their & quot; Tulips & quot; are called,
Black, & quot; two hundredth load & quot;
Who is in the sun valley
In that battle for the pass,
Who is on his own car
With my body, I am armor
It seems the mountains are harmless
Everything is silent, and in silence
Suddenly a blunt blow will harden
With M-16 on the back.
On the hands here are dying
In the hands of friends bear.
Covering the earth with a mat
Maybe he will be saved ...
About the years of the 80s in this song I sing,
Here I understood them right
Those who went through the war.
And how scary to understand everything now
Nowadays here in the mountains
How much life can cost now,
Blood dried on the rocks ...
And on the gray monument
Fresh flowers again,
Anyone in the far contingent
Twenty years buried in the sands.
Somewhere the sun, laughter and children,
The ball flies under heaven
And it seemed on the planet
Life is beautiful and pure.
Well, somewhere last battle
Someone will take for themselves
Where the sun shines hot,
Where else is the war going?
Whoever does not believe, let him not believe
Who was there, he knows everything ...
Who was there, he will understand everything
The man in the cloak
They served in the helicopter ...
20 years - how little it is,
In the trench boy,
And, more precisely, what is left -
This is all put in a coffin.
And all rolled up under the zinc,
Drops of blood from the hands will erase,
At the other end do not know
There everyone is waiting for him alive
Addressees filling
In the board all ship, and in the Union,
Their & quot; Tulips & quot; are called,
Black, & quot; two hundredth load & quot;
Who is in the sun valley
In that battle for the pass,
Who is on his own car
With my body, I am armor
It seems the mountains are harmless
Everything is silent, and in silence
Suddenly a blunt blow will harden
With M-16 on the back.
On the hands here are dying
In the hands of friends bear.
Covering the earth with a mat
Maybe he will be saved ...
About the years of the 80s in this song I sing,
Here I understood them right
Those who went through the war.
And how scary to understand everything now
Nowadays here in the mountains
How much life can cost now,
Blood dried on the rocks ...
And on the gray monument
Fresh flowers again,
Anyone in the far contingent
Twenty years buried in the sands.
Somewhere the sun, laughter and children,
The ball flies under heaven
And it seemed on the planet
Life is beautiful and pure.
Well, somewhere last battle
Someone will take for themselves
Where the sun shines hot,
Where else is the war going?
Whoever does not believe, let him not believe
Who was there, he knows everything ...